Proud Secrets
The winter sun shines weakly through gray clouds
Black secrets hurried into my dream,
They only saw our souls so proud,
Twirled in the wave of an open hand.
Inspired by Emily Dickinson and Sara Teasdale
COMPOSED IN VERSE BY VERSE
I provided the first line, then chose from lines suggested by verse by verse. It was difficult to find lines that made some kind of sense when put together.
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It’s a challenge to make it all make sense but you did a good job. Thanks for joining in.
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I think the best way is to add your own words (and edit) for the poem to make any sense.
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True. This was a great exercise in AI and what it can’t do 😉
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The AI image is interesting.
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